by Mia Madison
Fiona paused her theatrics at my cold delivery. She gathered her things, and made her way slowly to the door. Her face was wet with tears, her expression filled with sadness and regret, as if she were honestly remorseful.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
Was she serious? I nodded. “I’m pretty pissed right now, but I’ll be fine.”
“Can you at least walk me to the car?” she asked. “It’s the middle of the night.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Sure.”
I slid into some sneakers by the door, and still held the door open.
I thought about Misha as I fiddled with my phone and walked beside my now-ex. I could have her now. I could stop denying myself and go back to her.
My mind flashed back to seeing her in the store, her black outfit with heels, ultra-silky hair, and glossy pink lips. I imagined those cat-like eyes lustfully looking into mine as I pushed her against the register, hiked up her skirt and started tonguing her pussy.
My cock thickened with desire. Even after several hours of sex, and an explosive revelation about Fiona, Misha still had the power to render me insatiable.
We were approaching Fiona’s car when she grabbed me and desperately attempted to kiss me.
I pushed away. “What the fuck. Chill out!”
Fiona’s eyes widened in shock from my unfriendly response.
“Alex…”
“Alex nothing.” I glared at her. “We’re done.”
“Please… I’ll do anything, anything to make this right.”
My cock jerked at the idea. I needed another nut. And that’s exactly what I was going to get. Call me an asshole. Whatever. She owed me.
The night air was crisp and cool, but it wasn’t enough to send either of us barreling back inside, me to my place, or her into her car.
I pressed her against the hood of the car as I embraced her slim hips and kissed her on her neck. Lowering my lips to her breasts, I pulled down her top enough to access and suck her right nipple.
Fiona moaned, aroused by my hands, and groaned. “Baby…” She cooed, but there would be no sweet talk here.
I pressed Fiona’s shoulders, bringing her to her knees in front of me. She looked nervous; getting seen by neighbors definitely could do this to you. She started protesting, telling me it was three in the morning.
“Nobody will see you,” I fished my cock out, stroking it to its full length, veiny and thick. “Besides, you owe me. If it weren’t for me, your rich fiancé would be history right now.”
Fiona glared at me.
“You did say anything.”
Her eyes rolled before she opened her mouth and let me in. She started sucking my cock like a vegan popsicle.
I couldn’t believe I had her doing something so slutty in public. She was very private sexually.
“Yes baby,” I moaned, grabbing a handful of my hair as she stroked and pampered me with her lips and tongue, looking up at me apologetically.
Fiona’s head was amazing, but I could only imagine how much better Misha’s would be. I switched back and forth, closing my eyes to fantasize of Misha before opening them to see Fiona sucking her way back into my heart while on her knees.
I grabbed himself and stroked upwards. “Suck my balls.”
Fiona’s nose wrinkled, but she complied. She hated sucking balls, hated it. But she knew it was the least she could do for me. I knew she’d probably gargle with half a bottle of mouthwash when she got home.
My hand sped up as I jerked myself off. Fiona’s tongue felt delectable on my balls, and they started to tingle with pleasure. I couldn’t wait to release this nut. A wicked smile plastered my face as I neared orgasm.
“Mmmmmm, I’m about to cum,” I groaned. “Take your tits out.” She complied, and I grabbed one, fondling it with my fingertips. My orgasm rounded the corner as he pushed her head back just enough to keep the tip at the entrance of her mouth. Spurts of hot cum hit the floor of her tastebuds as I moaned. “Ooooh shit. That’s it, Misha. Suck my cock.”
Fiona couldn’t speak with my mouthful but the way she gagged let me know she was shocked. I pulled her head closer down my crotch and ejaculated down her throat, groaning and grunting in praise as I came.
I opened my eyes to take in my masterpiece, smiling blissfully at the release. Fiona was beet red with anger and embarrassment, and about to spit.
“Swallow me,” I demanded. Fiona hated to swallow. She was furious I called her another woman’s name.
“Who’s Misha?” She spat, once my nut slid down her throat.
“I don’t know. Who’s Leo?”
I stepped aside her and walked wordlessly back to my apartment, leaving her freaked out and on her knees with my taste in her mouth.
“Alex!” She gasped. I could hear her rising to her feet.
“Get home safe,” I called back, before slamming the door loud enough for her to hear.
Five minutes later, I dragged my laptop to bed and started staring at Misha’s profile. Fiona started calling. I declined the call, and a barrage of texts started coming in.
Don’t ask me what they said. I blocked her number, deleted what was there, and let it go. I was done with her, and any other woman who wasn’t her. Misha. The One.
I stared at the pictures of the gorgeous goddess on my computer screen, resplendent in her beauty. My heart skipped a beat when I took in the fullness of her juicy bottom lip, swabbed in cherry-red gloss.
Her decadent smile was one I could imagine waking up to in the morning. Those lips kissing me in sunny greeting, and those gorgeous eyes looking into mine. That’s what I wanted.
I looked at my phone. 3:20 AM.
Nothing would be open at this hour but legs and Whataburger. I shouldn’t have been up this late, but I was. Full of thoughts. Full of need. Full of thoughts of a woman whose energy left an imprint on my soul. Yet fully spent thanks to Fiona’s goodbye present.
I traced the outlines of Misha’s pretty face on the screen with my finger, making sure she was the last thing I saw before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
As I passed into slumber, I made a promise to myself.
I would stop being a jackass. I’d find a way to talk to Misha. I’d make things right. I’d get her back. I’d never let her go.
It wouldn’t be easy, but she would be worth it.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Misha
I eased into my steaming Coconut Milk bath, leaned back on my spa pillow and closed my eyes. My music was set to the lowest possible setting. I swirled my hands in the red rose petals added to the bath, and attempted to clear my mind.
I was full of questions, especially after my run-in with Alex. Of all the places to see him, why and how did I run into him at my job?
I technically didn’t work at North Park, but regardless, I was working there when it happened. One minute I’m minding my business, picking up a customer suit, cool as a cucumber. I feel someone staring, and I turn to see who, when he’s right there, those hazel eyes looking right into my soul.
The worst part of it all? I melted for him all over again. My heart beat triple time and I could feel heated pulse of desire in my cunt, begging to have him inside me all over again. Totally unfair.
It was day seven of my love spell. Tonight was the final night, but I felt so weird.
I did the spell hoping to get over Alex since time had shown he wasn’t the One. This spell was supposed to shift my fixation from him to becoming open and available for my true love.
Yet every moment that passed only led me in the opposite direction. Every day was filled with more and more moments that only strengthened my thoughts about him. I even found myself staring at the amethyst tea light he purchased, which sat nicely on the bathroom counter as I soaked.
He made love to me in my wildest dreams and proposed during the sweeter ones. During my morning walks, fleeting thoughts skipped rebelliously towards him. I thought about him every time I saw that gorgeous gift he’d p
urchased - which I couldn’t bear to throw away - and every time I laid down and held my pillow like it was a lover.
And now that I’d seen him, months later, live and in the flesh, my mind made him the main star in my regular thoughts. I’d see him in a piece of toast if I didn’t get a grip soon enough.
Questions. If I were bold enough to even ask, I’d have so many for him. Where have you been? What have you been up to? Why did you leave like that? What the fuck was your problem?
And most of all Whose heart are you playing love games with now?
Vanessa advised me to meditate on the love I desired for 30 minutes a day in addition to doing the spell. She claimed visualizing myself in the perfect relationship, with a family, kids, and the life I wanted would further enhance the spell’s energy, intensifying my intentions for sharper results.
But I couldn’t focus on idealizing the right man. Every time I tried to, I saw Alex. After a solid 10 minutes of frustration, I gave up. My soul throbbed with Alex on the brain, and I surrendered, unable to fight it anymore.
Tonight was the last night of the love spell. I’d hurry up, finish it, and pray for the best.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Misha
Brent and I were working on the February schedule. It was already nearing the end of the month, and we still hadn’t fixed it. This was my first time learning the scheduling process and I was intrigued. Every department had its own way of prioritizing requests, but each manager had their own flair and system to enhance the results.
The day had been particularly slow. It was dreary January day; flash floods were everywhere. Getting customers in the store would be like pulling teeth. Anyone who showed up more than likely needed to honor an appointment, return something, or pick up some alterations. Fraud would be high as well.
Floor coverage was light. Two employees called out, citing the weather. Another asked to leave in order to preserve the quality of his commission numbers.
Road conditions were bad. Without business, there definitely wasn’t any need for both managers to stick around. Brent and I placed a wager to see who would stay their full shift. Brent won, and he left after relieving me for break. Since I was closing manager, I’d be forced to stay until at least 8 PM.
There were only two employees on the floor. One was my top salesman, a personal stylist, who, despite the weather, had three appointments that day. Our store manager, would be unhappy about the department numbers, but the weather was beyond employee control.
By 4 PM, our department had met our goal, but only because of the sales made by the top salesman. Everyone else was cranky and ready to leave, citing damage to their numbers and the waste of time being at work had been. I let one more employee leave at 7.
I lost myself in conversation with some of the other department managers in the beauty department. Slow weather forced everyone to move around to stay busy; canoodling helped pass the time. I was gone for ten minutes when I was paged; my one remaining employee wanted to grab a bite from the food court.
“Here.” I fished a $20 from my wallet. “Pick me up a chicken pesto panini with a green tea from Paradise. Tell them I want a sugar cookie. Get yourself something too.”
I told the employee to take his time. He hadn’t taken his break and was due for a 15-minute break anyway.
I sat down on a chair by the register. They were usually for customers only, but with the bad weather and lack of store traffic, I figured it wouldn’t make a difference.
Thunder rumbled lightly in the background as I checked my phone. Nothing new on Facebook, so I clicked open my Kindle and started reading more of Zayum Zaddy by Mia Madison.
The story was about a girl named Ginger who works for her stepdad’s best friend, a retired athlete named Zane. Except Zane’s hot - like really hot. They’re both attracted to each other, and sparks fly. It was smutty, yet sexy and steamy, and the scenes were highly erotic. I needed a Zane in my life.
I was lost in the scenes of Ginger’s life when a voice jolted my to reality.
“Good evening.”
“Oh! Good evening! Sorry sir, how can I help you?”
I tried to close my app, hoping the gentleman hadn’t seen my biting my lips at the juiciness of the read. The customer spoke from behind my and I hadn’t turned to face him yet.
“Well, I was hoping you could help me with that.”
I turned to see Alex staring my right in the face. My heart instantly dropped when I recognized him.
Twice? In less than two weeks? Why was the Universe playing with me? I finished the spell days ago, and I was still purging him? Why?!
The last thing I needed was to see him again, especially while at work.
I flushed with embarrassment. I didn’t know whether I should attempt to pretend not to know him and be cordial, or ask him what he was doing there.
Wait. Why was he here? It was uncharacteristically nasty outside. He had to have been visiting another woman in the area. He certainly wasn’t here to see me.
He couldn’t be.
What did he want?
“It’d be my pleasure to help you.” I swallowed my nerves with a throatful of professionalism. Alex’s eyes cascaded to my thighs as I brushed anxious hands over my pantsuit. I could feel the heat of his gaze, and felt a warm tingle.
Was that a glint of lust in his eyes. Fuck me.
“How may I help you?”
“I purchased these shirts from your North Park store the other day. I believe I told the salesperson I was a 16 34/35, but I have a 17 34/35, and a 16 36/37.”
He placed the shirts on the cash wrap and pointed at the labels, affirming his story.
“Oh no. I apologize about that.” I looked at the receipts. They were indeed purchased at North Park. “Were you not able to exchange them at North Park?”
This couldn’t be happening, I thought. This has to be some cosmic mistake from the spell. The Universe is playing tricks on me.
“I was, but I heard your location had a different assortment than North Park, and I wanted to see what you offered.”
His words were professional, but the tone in which he spoke was aligned with the sparkle in those delicious hazel eyes.
My heart drummed in my chest. Butterflies went crazy in my stomach. I wanted to grab Alex, hair damp from the rain and choke the fuck out of him.
He had some nerve to come to my job flirting with me, wearing that olive-colored cashmere pullover and jeans. He looked like a GQ model.
He should have been ashamed of himself walking in after 8 PM on a rainy, flash-flooded weeknight with his skin oozing all that damn Made to Measure I remembered the night they met, permeating the air with primal sex and masculinity.
How fucking dare he have the nerve to lean against the register and stare so intently into my face, mentally willing me to look at him?
Even worse: How dare I be turned on by him. I was drunk with temptation to throw him down on the register and fuck the shit out of him. Yes, I wanted fuck him like he fucked me that very night when he turned me out before he’d walked out of my life. Fuck his head up to the moon and back.
This asshole hurt me so much, yet I wanted him so fucking bad. Why? Why the fuck can’t I let go of him?
Why, after finishing the spell, couldn’t he just disappear? I know his presence is blocking me from true love? Arghhhhh.
I wish Mark would hurry back so I can walk away from this. I need to just tap out and go home.
Despite feeling horny, crazy, and lovesick, I made a decision to remain professional. The quicker I could serve him, the quicker I could get rid of him. The quicker I could leave.
“Okay, let’s fix this. Do you have your receipt?” Alex nodded. “Great! I’ll go pull the other sizes while you get it. Feel free to look around or have a seat if you would like.”
I flashed a smile in Alex’s direction and slow-strutted to the sales floor. I moved at a slower pace partially to be sexy, but moreso to prevent clumsily falling on my ass. I w
ould execute superb intent on finding the correct sizes of the shirts.
I hummed lightly to myself, chewing my lip as I concentrated. I needed to forget the dashing bastard just yards away, even though I could feel his eyes burn a hole in my ass. His presence was killing me.
I felt a wild mélange of rage, desire, and nervousness.
I never felt this chaotic and emotional in my life.
And I never wanted to revenge fuck someone so badly.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alex
You can’t control primal desires. You can wrestle them, but you’ll never fully subdue or eliminate them. Not when the origin of your desires was standing there in front of you. Her need for me was still there, evident in the way she fought to bridle her demeanor.
She could continue to lie to herself, but it was obvious she wanted me.
She was professional, bridled, but I could smell that thick wanton lust aching beneath the surface. Her scent was delicious, and the sensuous gaze in her eyes couldn’t be bridled. They screamed of a wild heart begging to be set free.
My heart skipped a thousand beats when she struck me with her piercing gaze. I throbbed to be the one freeing the trapped, savage siren yearning for release in those baby browns.
She turned to get the new shirts, giving me perfect opportunity to drink in her ripe ass. Those two round mounds of sweet flesh encased in the smooth fabric of her pantsuit were so squeezable and delicious.
My eyes gazed with lust as I carefully observed the way her curvy hips slowed to a sexy, suggestive swing.
I see you swinging them for me, baby. I thought. I love the way your body moves. I appreciate every detail, and I will show you that better than I will ever tell you.
She may have fooled herself into thinking this was over. But it wasn’t, because I wouldn’t let this go. And I knew by the way she walked the floor that she was aware of me, aware of us, and fighting to control this situation.
